How I’m supposed to follow last week’s post by Ermisenda about victim shaming, I don’t know, but here it goes.
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The tip of the marker was cool against my back. I sniffed the air, “you’re not using a permanent marker are you Lily?”
“Oops,” her voice tinkled as she stifled a giggle.
Oh well. She was three, I wasn’t going to scold her. Instead I slipped off my tank so that the only fabric she would color on was my black bra. My other sister, Kailee colored on my legs.
Your body is a temple, my mother always chided when I brought up wanting tattoos. What was that supposed to mean? I could put sugar and fat in my “temple” but I couldn’t draw on it? Best not to tell her I want elf ears.
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